An Ordinary Day
This blog isn't a day-to-day diary in any way at all, as you'll know if you've read a few entries.
But today was a bit different.
We got up at half past seven to go to Oakwood Farmers' Market, and bought bread, burgers, a cabbage, marmalade, lemon curd, soup, chocolate and cheese. Don't start asking awkward questions about the history of chocolate farming in Leeds.
The sun was shining as much as it ever does at the moment.
We went and bought me a new mobile phone and then went home to find that Wendy the Teenage Kitten had arrived, delivered by Olli and Gareth for her customary weekend visit.
Froggie, our cat, who is probably about ten now, is very tiny herself, but looks big compared to Wendy on the right. It's very rare that Wendy stays still enough to have her photo taken but here they both are, on the kitchen window-sill.
Wendy follows Froggie around, staring at her and from time to time prodding her with a paw. Froggie is unimpressed.
So Wendy goes back to hurtling round the house at the speed of a Higgs Boson escaping the clutches of the Large Hadron Collider, until she finds Froggie again and decides to stare at her a bit more.
Our friend David came round and did his tax online. We had some of the soup for lunch - it was delicious - and then, since we were in tax mode, I sent my tax form back to the accountant and sent a cheque for my tax to the Inland Revenue. And then I gave David a lift home.
When I got back I found that my mother had dug over an entire border in our garden - and indeed, was still doing it, in the almost-dark - and she had planted some primulas and we had a chat about another garden that we're working on, too.
Nothing unusual really - just an ordinary Saturday.
Except that I have found that I've rather enjoyed it.
It's the first Saturday that I have enjoyed since the Communist died on December 8th. That's why it's different. I always used to visit the Communist in his nursing-home on Saturdays - and on other days too, of course, but always on a Saturday.
Things are moving on. A new normal is coming into being. It's strange.
But today was a bit different.
We got up at half past seven to go to Oakwood Farmers' Market, and bought bread, burgers, a cabbage, marmalade, lemon curd, soup, chocolate and cheese. Don't start asking awkward questions about the history of chocolate farming in Leeds.
The sun was shining as much as it ever does at the moment.
We went and bought me a new mobile phone and then went home to find that Wendy the Teenage Kitten had arrived, delivered by Olli and Gareth for her customary weekend visit.Froggie, our cat, who is probably about ten now, is very tiny herself, but looks big compared to Wendy on the right. It's very rare that Wendy stays still enough to have her photo taken but here they both are, on the kitchen window-sill.
Wendy follows Froggie around, staring at her and from time to time prodding her with a paw. Froggie is unimpressed.
So Wendy goes back to hurtling round the house at the speed of a Higgs Boson escaping the clutches of the Large Hadron Collider, until she finds Froggie again and decides to stare at her a bit more.Our friend David came round and did his tax online. We had some of the soup for lunch - it was delicious - and then, since we were in tax mode, I sent my tax form back to the accountant and sent a cheque for my tax to the Inland Revenue. And then I gave David a lift home.
When I got back I found that my mother had dug over an entire border in our garden - and indeed, was still doing it, in the almost-dark - and she had planted some primulas and we had a chat about another garden that we're working on, too.
Nothing unusual really - just an ordinary Saturday.
Except that I have found that I've rather enjoyed it.
It's the first Saturday that I have enjoyed since the Communist died on December 8th. That's why it's different. I always used to visit the Communist in his nursing-home on Saturdays - and on other days too, of course, but always on a Saturday.
Things are moving on. A new normal is coming into being. It's strange.
posted by Daphne at 5:20 pm
5 Comments:
It sounds like a good day.
It is strange how, after a lifetime of one normal, it is possible to adjust to a new normal.
A bit like getting used to a new mobile but with fewer buttons.
Good to hear normality is on the horizon after a very difficult time.
Cabbage is my favourite vegetable, well chosen! :P
New normals are indeed strange.
Fear not, nothing to do with you will EVER be normal !
Time provides the scar tissue we need to heal the open hurt of our wounds... but the scars remain even as they fade to remind us of what once was. Ordinary days can be very under-rated.
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